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It was irrational. It was madness, but I couldn’t stop myself. I knelt down and gently, meticulously licked her slit clean.

She was a traitor.

She was an enemy.

But she was my traitor. My enemy.

She belonged to me. I felt as if I couldn’t let her go. Her sweet pussy was mine. All mine. Only mine.

My head vibrated with the sound of her cries and breathless sobs as I made her climax again.

Chapter 22

Lillian

His strong arms wrapped around me. Nobody had held me like this before. I couldn’t control my sobs anymore, my ass felt as if scalding hot water had been poured over it. I felt so exhausted as if I’d run a marathon, but I didn’t want him to let me go.

He stroked my hair, while his other arm held me tight.

I felt safe somehow and I fell asleep. When I awakened it was dark outside and I was alone. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. In the mirror, there was a wild-eyed, naked stranger. I turned around and looked at my bottom. It was bright red and there were bruises in the shape of his finger on my hips and thighs.

I stood under a warm shower. My mind felt numb. I couldn’t think. Afterwards, I towel dried myself and slipped into a fluffy white bathrobe before I ventured out into the suite. He was nowhere to be seen, but there was a message for me on the table.

Dress up. We’re going out for dinner

Max

I blow-dried my hair and got into the dress I’d chosen so carefully for this trip. It was long and simple, but it had a plunging back that went all the way down to my waist. As I was applying lipstick, I heard him enter the suite. He came and stood behind me. I had to marvel at how breathtakingly handsome he looked.

He stared at my reflection with unsmiling eyes, but that vicious fury was absent. I didn’t know where it had come from and I didn’t know where it had departed to, but I was glad it was gone.

His fingers brushed the naked skin on my back and I shivered.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured.

I felt myself blush. “Thank you.”

“But something’s missing.”

I frowned. He dipped his hand into his jacket pocket and fished out a necklace with blue jewels. His fingers brushed the back of my neck as he fastened it. “That’s better.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he shook his head. “If you don’t want it, give it away or bin it, I don’t care.”

I reached up and touched the beautiful stones. It was obviously a very expensive piece. Had I just become his mistress? A week ago, I would have reacted angrily, been insulted even. How dare anyone treat me as if I could be bought with a few trinkets, but it seemed as if he had a free pass with me. He could get away with anything. I realized I could be his mistress. If he asked, I would say yes.

“Ready to go?”

I took a deep breath and nodded.

One thing for sure, no matter what happened after this, as long as I lived, I would never forget this weekend away with him.

As we walked across the foyer, his phone rang. “Excuse me a minute,” he said and moved away to take the call. My stomachclenched. If it was work, why did he move away? It must be a woman? But would he really care about how I felt if it was another woman? He wouldn’t. It bothered me, but I pretended a nonchalance I did not feel and carried on walking.

“Hey, it is you, isn’t it?” a man’s voice called from behind me.

I turned around and didn’t recognize him. He was an overweight man in his mid-forties. He looked like one of those salespeople who roamed the country selling their wares.

“Sorry,” I said politely.